pray that something picks me up

[thinkmemad]

Harper seemed to be in a trance as she walked towards Owen's house. It was raining cats and dogs and she hadn't even considered taking her car or even an umbrella. Maybe writing the play and dealing with forming the production was getting to her on top of everything else going on in her life

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[o_woeisme]

Owen was sitting in bed, his back against the headboard, already in his pajamas. He had been sketching rather intently until Harper appeared at his door, soaked and looking at him so intently. He looked up at her, surprised.

"...Harper," he said quietly, scrambling out of bed to go to her. "Yo- you're soaked!"

[thinkmemad]

Harper said nothing, just breathing heavily for the effort of walking all the way from her house and climbing the stairs. Her eyes looked as if they were searching for something, her lips pink but dry, her hair sticking to her pale cheeks.

[o_woeisme]

His surprise immediately turned to worry, reaching out to push her hair from her face. "You walked here?"

[thinkmemad]

She stared up at him finally, some recognition showing in her eyes when they met his concerned gaze.

[o_woeisme]

He curled into her, his nose to her neck, his breathing going ragged. His eyes were squeezed shut and he could hardly believe that she was doing this.

"Ha- Harper," he managed to get out. He wasn't going to last like this, and this was supposed to be for her.

[thinkmemad]

"What?" she whispered in response, her fingers lingering over him, trailing up his chest again. "What do you want?" Harper wanted to know.

[o_woeisme]

He kissed her neck gently and lifted his head, biting his lip.

"I won't..." he said, his voice quiet. He kissed her pink lips again, softly. "I need you."

[thinkmemad]

Harper kissed him again, straddling his hips. She kissed his eyelids and reached down to tug at his boxers.

"I need you too," she said softly.

[o_woeisme]

He brushed his lips against hers, making a small noise as he slowly started moving his hips against hers.

[thinkmemad]

Sighing his name, she rocked with him, gentle, letting this take her out of the chaos going on around the two of them.

[o_woeisme]

Owen had to hold on, clinging tightly to her to keep from becoming overwhelmed. He built his speed, needing make sure she was taken care of. He need this to be for her.

[thinkmemad]

Harper loved when he gripped her like that, when he moved like this against her. She let him love her until there was no more. A gasp against his lips and she whispered his name again when she finally did finish.

[o_woeisme]

He smiled wider, unbelievably glad that he'd actually done it right. He pressed his lips to hers again, hoping that he was why she seemed to be feeling better.

[thinkmemad]

Harper kissed him again, warmer. Unusually warm. She trailed her fingers over his cheek again, quiet for a long time.

"Maybe I should go home soon."

[o_woeisme]

"You'll only get soaked again," Owen said. It wasn't quite a protest.

[thinkmemad]

"What do you want me to do?" she asked, softly.

[o_woeisme]

"Then... You'll stay and that's okay, too," he said, trying not hope that she was okay with that, too.

[thinkmemad]

"How long do you want me to stay?" Harper whispered, her voice quieter each time she spoke.

[o_woeisme]

"... As long as you can bear to."

[thinkmemad]

"Bear?"